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cent approach of the Messiah to battle *, the poet, by one touch from himself —

- “far off their coming shone !” —

“Forth rush'd with whirlwind sound The chariot of Paternal Deity, Flashing thick flames, wheel within wheel undrawn, Itself instinct with spirit, but convoy'd By four cherubic shapes; four faces each Had wonderous; as with stars their bodies all And wings were set with eyes ; with eyes the wheels Of beryl, and careering fires between ; Over their heads a crystal firmament, Whereon a sapphire throne, inlaid with pure Amber, and colours of the showery arch. He, in celestial panoply all arm’d Of radiant Urim, work divinely wrought, Ascended; at his right hand Victory Sat eagle-wing'd; beside him hung his bow And quiver, with three-bolted thunder stored ; And from about him fierce effusion rollid Of smoke, and bickering flame, and sparkles dire; Attended with ten thousand thousand saints, He onward came; far off their coming shone ; And twenty thousand (I their number heard) Chariots of God, half on each hand, were seen: He on the wings of cherub rode sublime On the crystalline sky, in sapphire throned, Illustrious far and wide; but by his own First seen.” – P. L. b. vi. v. 749, &c.

makes the whole one image. And so at the conclusion of the description of the appearance of the entranced angels, in which every sort of image from all the regions of earth and air is introduced to diversify and illustrate, — the reader is brought back to the single image by —

“ He call's so loud that all the hollow deep

Of Hell resounded." *

- " and call'd
His legions, angel forms, who lay intranced
Thick as autumnal leaves that strow the brooks
In Vallombrosa, where th' Etrurian shades,
High over-arch’d, embower; or scatter'd sedge
Afloat, when with fierce winds Orion arm’d
Hath vex'd the Red-Sea coast, whose waves o’er.

Busiris, and his Memphian chivalry,
While with perfidious hatred they pursued
The sojourners of Goshen, who beheld
From the safe shore their floating carcasses
And broken chariot wheels; so thick bestrown,
Abject and lost lay these, covering the flood,
Under amazement of their hideous change.
He calld so loud, that all the hollow deep
Of Hell resounded." - P.L. b. i. v. 300, &c.

The dramatic imagination does not throw back, but brings close; it stamps all nature with one, and that its own, meaning, as in Lear throughout.

At the very outset, what are we to think of the soundness of this modern system of political economy, the direct tendency of every rule of which is to denationalize, and to make the love of our country a foolish superstition ?

June 28. 1834.



You may not understand my system, or any given part of it, — or by a determined act of wilfulness, you may, even though perceiving a ray of light, reject it in anger and disgust: — But this I will say, — that if you

once master it, or any part of it, you cannot hesitate to acknowledge it as the truth. You cannot be sceptical about it.

The metaphysical disquisition at the end of the first volume of the “ Biographia Literaria” is unformed and immature; - it contains the fragments of the truth, but it is not fully thought out. It is wonderful to myself to think how infinitely more profound my views now are, and yet how much clearer they are withal. The circle is completing ; the idea is coming round to, and to be, the common sense.

The generation of the modern worldly Dissenter was thus : Presbyterian, Arian, Socinian, and last, Unitarian.

Is it not most extraordinary to see the Dissenters calling themselves the descendants of the old Nonconformists, and yet clamouring for a divorce of Church and State ? Why

– Baxter, and the other great leaders, would have thought a man an atheist who had proposed such a thing. They were rather for merging the State in the Church. But these our modern gentlemen, who are blinded by political passion, give the kiss of alliance to the harlot of Rome, and walk arm in arm with those who deny the God that redeemed them, if so they may but wreak their insane antipathies on the National Church ! Well! I suppose they have counted the cost, and know what it is they would have, and can keep

July 5. 1834.



I do not remember a more beautiful piece of prose in English than the consolation addressed by Lord Brooke (Fulke Greville) to

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